May as well burn one and wait for your flesh to melt off. Why?
Oh, just North Korea and Russia playing grab ass while we’re all sitting here listening to that swamp donkey from Georgia bray. I don’t know where the CIA is when we really need them, but if there was ever a time we needed someone who deletes entire bloodlines to go his ass to work, it’s now.
Here’s what is interesting about the Little Dictator Who Could and Skelator getting cozy:
For Putin, the meeting with Kim is an opportunity to refill ammunition stores that the 18-month-old war has drained. For Kim, it's a chance to get around crippling U.N. sanctions and years of diplomatic isolation. Kim is expected to seek economic aid and military technology, though an arms deal would violate international sanctions that Russia supported in the past.
Do y’all remember the time when we weren’t so busy acting like bitches and policed the world around us? Almost like an, oh, say, Superpower? Yes. That was us, all with our Few and The Proud, and some more shit.
Now, well, we can’t seem to get our collective heads out of our asses for long enough to recognize actual henchmen when they show up and start conspiring.
What the fuck? Am I high? Someone check my fucking pupils, because surely I must be fucked up.
Anyway, that fat Korean douche is firing off missiles. Again. But it’s all good, right. We have way more important shit going on, nobody has time for acting like our flesh melting off is a big issue.
I have a full-on zombie apocalypse plan that doubles as a nuclear fallout plan. If y’all don’t, you best get one. Got Congress tweeting out dick pics instead of paying attention to the fucking Bond villains.
Meet me at the rendezvous point. Bring weed. Wear your sunglasses. It’s about to get nasty.
Hey, maybe we can die from nuclear annihilation instead of climate change. Then the Republicans would feel really smug! I mean, the few that survived. 🤣😭
I wasn't driving when we went down to Homestead for the Race last year, so I was able to watch as we went down the Turnpike, and then through Homestead. OMFG is all I can think to say. It was getting crazy when I left for Las Vegas to work, way back in 1984. After Andrew when everything was rebuilt, the Miami I grew up in from 56 to 84 was no longer recognizable. I only went home once from 84 until about 1992. Was fighting with my ex(should have never gone back), so I stayed at my dad's place for a week. I couldn't get out of Dade County fast enough!